Chapter 414

Jiangdong walked into the ward with his front foot. Before he could sit still, Wang Laowu followed him quietly. "Brother Dong, it's all arranged! What are we going to do next?"

"What are you doing? Do the Jiang Qiyuan family!" Jiang Dong smiled coldly. Without Shen Xiulian around, Jiang Dong officially restored the true colors of the owl, "are people shouting?"

"Zhao Gang and Wei you will be here soon!" Wang Laowu frowned slightly. "However, brother Dong, Zhao Gang said to let his son Zhao Yihong take his place. He still has some things to deal with. Does this guy think he can do it? Dare to refute brother Dong's face?"

"It's not that Zhao Gang thinks he can do it himself, but that he wants Zhao Yihong to solve it. In short, he wants to push his son Zhao Yihong out, kneel and lick me. After all, it's really unreasonable for him to do this kind of thing in his fifties." Jiangdong disdains a smile. "Zhao Gang is not a simple person who can get to this point in Wucheng."

"If so, it makes sense. Zhao Yihong is no older than brother Dong. He licks normally. However, if Zhao Gang comes, I feel a little unnatural..." Wang Laowu said suddenly.

"Anyway, since he has made a good show, we have to go on. We can't let him lose face too much. After all, he is still a well deserved leader in Wucheng catering industry!"

"That's right!"

Just as Jiangdong was chatting with Wang Laowu, a "Ding" sound sounded in the corridor, which was the sound of the elevator arriving at the station.

Then, a messy and hurried sound of footsteps came into Jiangdong's ears in the ward.

Before Jiangdong made any response, a group of strong men with solid muscles, dark skin and sweat smell poured into the door of the ward. At first glance, they were power players coming out of the construction site.

This group of strong men almost filled half of the ward. Suddenly, the strong men gave way to both sides. At this time, Jiang Qiyuan, dressed in Western clothes and shoes and full of spring breeze, walked slowly into the ward

Jiang Qiyuan and Jiang Ting look like six or seven points, but they are not like Jiang Dong and Jiang Qitian whose life and death are unknown. There is no slightest similarity between their facial features or between their eyebrows and eyes

Jiang Qiyuan stood in the middle of the ward with high spirits. Behind him, there were more than 20 big men. In front of him, there were only Jiang Dong and Wang Laowu. This contrast also made Jiang Qiyuan's self-confidence reach an unprecedented level.

"Dog miscellaneous. Breed, where's your mother?" Jiang Qiyuan scolded Jiang Dong angrily.

"Keep your mouth clean." Jiang Dong casually pulled over a chair, sat down on the chair slowly, and glanced at Jiang Qiyuan with the corner of his eye.

"Yo? Little bastard, you're so angry, don't you dare to talk to me like that?" Jiang Qiyuan put on a look of eating dingjiangdong, pointed at Jiangdong and Wang Laowu, and gave some advice. "Just you two dare to shout with me? Can't you tell the king from the king? Do you want me to let my brothers help you understand the reality?"

"Lying on the grass!" Wang Laowu couldn't bear it. He roared angrily, "what are you riding on a horse? Dare you talk to brother Dong like this? Believe it or not, I'll kill you?"

"Brother Dong? Still stepping on the horse? Brother Dong? You're a little miscellaneous. Seed! Dare you call yourself brother?" Jiang Qiyuan really inflated, and he didn't take Jiang Dong seriously.